Oh, Gods above—was her reaction when the white haired woman stood up from her seat, bloody six foot seven, towering well above her and the man who was accusing Venus of being a thief. She’d missed all that height when the vixen chose to take a seat beside her and was now suddenly regretting the decision of marking her as her last target. Well, she did steal the man’s coins earlier (not that she was ever going to admit it), but the tall beauty had defended her for whatever reason, which was…oddly very nice of her despite being a stranger and Venus, being someone who worked on her own majority of her life, it was rare to receive such kindness from those who didn’t know her.
The man looked so deadpanned and flabbergasted that words did not even come out correctly off his tongue. ”…C-Consider yourself lucky today, woman. I won’t let you off so easy when I see you n-next time.” Almost as if embarrassed, he awkwardly brushed his ugly beard and walked away. The rogue merely scoffed. ”What a joke.” She turned back forward, facing the bar and with a quick motion of her finger, she’d request a pint of ale. Usually, she was a whisky or scotch girl, but today, she was feeling cheap and she was also broke, so for now, a mug of ale will do.
”Thanks for that, by the way—earlier.” She cocked her head, lightly chuckling. ”I almost made a fool out of myself, trying to steal from you. I wasn’t expecting you to look…so intimidating and beautiful at the same time.” The redhead chugged her pint of beer, foam forming onto the upper part of her cupid bow’s. ”Venus,” she clicked her tongue, followed by a quick wink. Oh, wasn’t she just the perfect flirt?